Ok, so this is a follow up to "falling to pieces" that I've posted due to popular demand. Thank you to all the people who read the first chapter, and especially the people who reviewed it.

A line from another song called Valentino prompted this chapter by the way.
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"My tears may not show, but oh honey they flow." – Diane Birch (Valentino)
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Just as the last chords of the song sounded, Emily heard a knocking on her door. She ignored it at first, hoping it was her imagination, but the noise just got louder and louder, and was eventually joined by the sound of Hotch's voice calling her name, until she simply couldn't ignore it anymore, and she reluctantly made her way down stairs to the door.

He was the last person she wanted to see, in fact she never wanted to see him again... but there was something about his voice, every time she heard it she dropped everything for him, whether it was at work or whether he asked her to come over because Jack wanted to see her... she always dropped what she was doing and went running to him.

And it looked like tonight, even after what he said, she'd be no different.

"What do you want?" Emily snapped, once she opened the door to reveal a weary and distressed looking Hotch.

"To talk with you." Hotch replied, talking a step into her apartment as he spoke.

"And what if I have nothing to say?" Emily countered, her voice laced with anger.

"Then all I ask is that you listen to me." Hotch replied sombrely, taking another step into the apartment and managing to pry Emily's fingers off the door and close it behind him.

"After what you said to me... after how you treated me. What makes you think you can come into my home and ask that of me?" Emily questioned him, trying her best to stay composed, and block his path to her living room all at once.

"Please Emily... I'm begging you, please." Hotch begged her.

Emily considered shouting and screaming at him, telling him to get to hell out of her life and to stay there, but she couldn't... she looked into his brown eyes, that were now brimming with a rarely seen hint of emotion and she just couldn't turn him away, no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't say no to this man... not now, not ever.

"I'm not sure I want to... I'm not sure I can put myself through that." Emily whispered to Hotch honestly after a long gripping pause, as she slowly walked over to a couch and sat down with a thud.

Hotch followed her silently, sitting beside her and reaching out for her hand, only for her to pull it away quickly and slide down the couch, further away from him, just out of reach.

"Emily, I was wrong... I was wrong to freak out like that... you just caught me off guard... I never meant to run, or to hurt your feelings." Hotch informed her... he wanted to say more, but he couldn't, he couldn't find the right words to explain how he felt.

"Yea well you did Hotch." Emily hissed. "Just this once... just this once I wanted to be that girl. The girl who got the guy. I know its clichéd, and I know it's stupid, but all my life I've been overshadowed. As a teenager, boys only liked me so their parents could get in the same political circle as my parents, or because I acted like a complete slut in high school... not because of me. Even now, I can't go on more than one date without doing something that makes the guy run a mile." Emily fumed as she felt her eyes stinging at her unexpected confession, but she wouldn't cry, she wouldn't let him see that.

"Emily, I don't know what to say..." Hotch began hesitantly.

"There's nothing you can say Hotch... nothing you can say to make things right again." Emily spat. "When I kissed you, and you kissed me back... You'll never know how good that felt, and I don't mean sexually, though that was magical as well. You were the first guy ever, to know me for who I am, and to still kiss me back. You've seen me at my best, and you've most definitely seen me at my worst, and when you kissed me back, I stupidly thought, just for the tiniest second, that you loved me, flaws and all." She whispered in anger.

"But Emily, please, just let me talk to you!" Hotch exclaimed, as he watched Emily rise of the couch and begin to walk towards the door. "Please Emily!" He tried one final time, grabbing her arm just below the elbow and trying to pull her back to the seat.

"Don't ever touch me again!" Emily growled, as she tugged her arm roughly out of Hotch's grasp and took another step away from him, holding the area he'd grabbed and glaring at him.

"I'm sorry." Hotch gasped when he realised that him grabbing her arm had probably been taken in the wrong light by Emily. "I just didn't want you to leave." He told her in shock at his actions.

"I'm not leaving Hotch... you are." Emily snapped. "Just get out of my house." She added when she seen that he was going to try and talk to her again.

He wanted to say something... he wanted to make things right again, but he knew she was angry, and he didn't blame her after the way he had treated her, so instead he stood slowly from the couch and walked to her door, turning back and staring her dead in the eye once more before he walked out, shutting the door behind him.

Once the door was firmly closed he leant against it, letting his body slide down it slightly as he tried to formulate a plan to make things better.

After a few seconds he felt a small thud against the door as, on the other side, Emily leant against it, and he heard her as she slid down it and began to cry, causing small tremors through the door frame as her body shook with anger and grief.

He wanted to go back, to knock on her door again and comfort her, but he knew he couldn't... he knew he couldn't go back in their tonight, it was still to raw, the wounds to fresh in Emily's mind for her to be able to listen to what he wanted to say... and that was another thing, he wasn't even sure what he wanted to say.

So instead of going back, he leant against the door and listened as she cried, until eventually the door stopped shaking and she fell asleep against it.

It was then, and only then, that he stood slowly and walked back to his car, knowing that the next time he came to her house he'd have a lot more than a lame apology to offer her.
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Yup, one more chapter to go... and it'll be a better one I promise! Tell me what you thought and thanks for reading! =)